“He slicked back his shock of grey hair. 'We weren’t supposed to meet formally until the foretold ‘event,’ and I wasn’t even certain I’d be President at that time,' he said as he reached out to shake my hand. 'Your entire election platform was based on extinction of the Red Endlai during the Great War. You know my role. You always planned on meeting me,' I said, ignoring his hand.” WarScience FictionSci FiFar Future Book:Our Lit Source: Our Lit